Title: Breaking
Author: Koohii Cafe
Rating: K
Fandom: BSSM
Disclaimer: Bishoujo Senshi Sailor Moon belongs to Takeuchi Naoko.
Summary: A collection of moments from a world where Stars does not end... quite as joyously.
Author's notes: I'm writing these pieces out as they come, and they may or may not be in chronological order. Please forgive if a piece is somewhat vague, it will all begin to make sense as I write more and more.
Watching
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"It's getting colder, isn' it?" Deep blue eyes gazed distantly up to the sky, almost as if lost, before sliding closed as a hand intertwined with hers.
"Mmmmm. Should we keep each other warm, then?" That soft voice was teasing on the surface, but to one who knew her well, the undertone of concern was palpable. Sandy blonde locks shook back and forth as interlaced fingers were pressed tight.
"I'm not the one who needs warmth," she murmured in response, eyes opening once more to look up; not so far as to the sky this time, but to the balcony from which a dim light could be seen. Many times in the past they had sat together and stared up at a similar balcony, keeping watch over she who was most important to them, but that had been in a different place, at a home from which light, love, and warmth radiated. The place they now watched was different. There was no sign declaring a family name, no sense of belonging, merely a collection of places for one to take temporary reprieve in. At least, that was how it seemed to them.
"She has warmth," the gentle voice reminded, and Haruka turned an almost accusatory look to her lover, who shook her head and silenced the protests with a finger laid against her lips. "It is time to accept it. They are the only path she still has to find healing."
"She has us!" the wind guardian growled, letting Michiru's hand fall away from her own as her defiant glare returned to the empty balcony. "Why does she need them when we are here, waiting for her!"
"Can you share her sorrow?"
It was not the first time that question had been laid before her, but as always, it served its purpose. Silence swallowed her voice as Haruka looked away from both the tower of apartments and her waiting love. What could she say to that? How could any of them really understand what had been lost that day, or how their most precious person must feel? The answer was simple.
The jingle of keys and roar of the engine filled the silence as the car started. She gave one last glance to that empty balcony, her fervent prayer for even a glimpse of that person going unanswered before blue eyes turned to the road and she started off. Michiru's hand gently settled on her thigh as the car drove away, a silent admission that she too was helpless in this situation.